A/N: Hey guys, here's the next chapter! It's not all that great, but I don't really have a lot of time to write more. I'm super busy and I have been for the last couple months, so hopefully things will die down in October so I can write chapters that are much better than this one.

Leena was getting ready to go to the Warehouse to help Artie and Pete figure how the artifact worked when she heard the front door open. She quickly shoved the book she was holding under the couch and stepped into the hall.

"Hello Agents," she said. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, actually there is," JJ replied.

"Well, why don't we have a seat?" Leena gestured to the table in the room behind her and the three woman sat down.

"We know that Agents Bering, Lattimer and Claudia Donovan are currently residing here," Prentiss stated. "We're hoping you could tell us where we can find them while they're not here."

"Like, their office?" Leena asked, playing dumb. She received a nod in response. "No, I can't really help you there."

"Really? Because they've been living here for over a year. Wouldn't you know where their office is by now?"

"They might have mentioned it before, but I don't really remember."

"I find that very hard to believe," JJ said. "This is a small town, people must talk."

"And I saw you sitting with them earlier; you're all very friendly with each other," Prentiss added.

"So why don't you stop lying, and give us a real answer."

Leena looked from one profiler to the other, both were almost glaring at her. She knew she wouldn't be able to lie completely to the agents without them knowing, but she had to try.

"Look, I really don't know much about what they do," Leena said and looked at Prentiss, then JJ. "They're very secretive since they work for the government, so I don't ask questions."

"But you must know where their office is," JJ persisted.

"All I know is that it's not in town," Leena shrugged. "Sometimes I don't even see them for a few days, they go on a lot of business trips."

JJ and Prentiss shared a look and stood up.

"Okay well, if you think of anything that could help, you have your numbers," Prentiss said coldly.

The two agents walked to the door, and as soon as it was shut, Leena let out a sigh of relief. She knew they were suspicious of her involvement but at least she was able to hold them off for the time being.

Emily and JJ climbed back into the SUV. They had learned almost nothing helpful, except that Leena might be involved in the case somehow as well.

"She's protecting them," Prentiss said after a moment.

"Definitely." JJ nodded. "So what should we do now?"

"Doing it the old fashion way didn't work," Prentiss mused as she pulled out her cell phone. "So let's try the Garcia way."

Prentiss dialled the number then put the phone on speakerphone. "Hey Garcia, it's Emily and JJ," she said once she heard the click signalling Garcia had answered.

"How may I assist you, my fearless dames?"

"We need you to track the location of a cell phone," Prentiss told her.

"Piece of cake!" Prentiss recited the number to Garcia and not long after they had their reply. "Okay, so it appears that the phone is indeed on, but I can't get a definite location."

"Why is that?" JJ asked and glanced at Prentiss.

"It's bouncing off the two closest towers. Sorry I can't be of much more help."

"It's all right Garcia," Prentiss assured her.

"May I ask why you want me to track Pete Lattimer's cell?" JJ could hear the smile in Garcia's voice.

Prentiss sighed. "We need to find out where his office is and everyone we've talked to either won't tell us or they don't know."

"Okay, but we will have a talk about him when you have a free moment. I know he's been showing some interest in you," Garcia replied.

"Showing interest is an understatement." JJ scoffed.

"Awe guys, come on!" Prentiss wined.

"Fine, we'll continue this conversation later!" Garcia said and hung up.

"Thank you for talking with us Carly," Myka said as she set down her coffee mug.

"It's not a problem at all," Carly replied. "I just can't believe that I started this whole thing."

"Don't take this out on yourself. There's no way you could have known what was going to happen," Myka tried to reassure her.

"But I sold the box that had the knife in it to that guy," Carly said.

"Yes, but you don't know what he did with it after you sold it," Claudia reminded her.

Carly sighed. Myka and Claudia had spent the last hour trying to get decent information out of the twenty-seven year old. After Myka told her the nature of their visit, Carly had done nothing but beat herself up over her actions. Carly knew nothing about the knife, like where it came from or that it belonged in a museum.

"We should be getting back," Myka said as she rose from her seat.

Claudia moved to the front door, while Myka shook Carly's hand. Claudia suddenly cleared her throat.

"Uh Myka, can you come over here?" she asked.

"What's up?" Myka replied quietly. She heard the uneasiness in Claudia's voice and knew something was wrong.

Claudia pointed to the window and through the thin curtain, Myka saw agents Rossi and Reid getting out of their SUV.

"Crap," Myka muttered.

"Follow my lead," Claudia whispered and moved back to where Carly was in the living room. "Carly, I know this might sound weird, but I have this thing about exiting through the same door I entered a house through. May we go out the back door?"

Myka did her best to keep a straight face as Carly regarded Claudia with an expression that screamed, "I think she's crazy!"

"Yeah, sure," she said slowly. "It's right through this hall." She started to show Myka and Claudia out when her doorbell rang.

"You get that," Myka said. "We'll show ourselves out."

Myka and Claudia hurried out the back door and around to the side of the house. Once the were sure Rossi and Reid were inside, they ran to their vehicle that was parked on the side of the road and sped off.

Rossi and Reid stood outside, waiting for the door to be answered.

"This seems like a nice neighbourhood," Rossi commented.

"Not everything is always as it seems," Reid replied.

After a moment, Rossi regarded Reid more closely and found him to be in deep thought. "You didn't add on a useless fact to the end of your sentence," Rossi pointed out. "What's eating at you?"

"I'm just trying to figure out this case," Reid said quietly.

"Well, hopefully we'll get a lead from here."

At that moment, the door opened and a woman with light brown hair, and red rimmed eyes stood staring back at them.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes," Rossi said. "Are you Carly?"

She nodded.

Rossi and Reid both pulled out their badges. "I'm Agent Rossi and this is Dr. Reid; we're with the FBI."

"FBI?" Carly repeated.

"Yes, we have some questions we need to ask you involving the current murder investigation," Reid said.

"Oh okay. Come in." She opened the door fully and directed Rossi and Reid to the living room to the left of the door.

Rossi noticed that she didn't appear to be very surprised at their presence, and she looked like she'd been crying recently. Rossi and Reid sat down on the couch, while Carly occupied the chair. Rossi noted the plate of cookies, and two extra half-empty cups of coffee sitting on the table in front of him.

"You want to know about the knife, right?" Carly asked before either agents could begin the conversation.

"That's correct," Reid replied and glanced at Rossi. "How did you know that?"

"Do government agencies working the same case not talk to each other or something?" Carly asked. At the blank stares she received, she continued. "A couple Secret Service agents were just here asking about the same thing."